Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2014 18:14:19 GMT -5
Summit had found success hunting in the foothills as the sun slowly inched towards its zenith, but he had found refuge in the shadows of the Kinath as the sweltering summer heat intensified. Near the base of the mountain range, free to wander and explore, the pale wolf admired the size of his prize – a huge pronghorn who had made the lethal mistake of wandering too far from the safety its herd had once provided. Left on its own, the pronghorn had been a simple kill. The quick jerk of the neck, one fast movement, and the ill-fated prey was finished. Summit preferred these hunts, the kind that went smoothly and swiftly – not because he was a lazy brute, but because he hated it when his kill took a while to die, lingering on as they awaited the inevitable. A wolf must have meat to live, he knew that, but Summit was not the type who took pleasure in the slow suffering of his meals.
Do it fast and clean, his mother had taught him, and be grateful for the life sacrificed, for someday, we are all destined to meet a similar fate. The thought made his heart ache painfully within his chest, as if his familial tragedy had happened only days before instead of the months that had dragged along. Their time had come too soon.
He hoped to climb the Kinaths that day, but finding a path to the tallest summits had proven to be a challenge. The peaks of the Kinath were inviting to the brute. Being an arctic wolf in the summer presented a problem, and he wanted to get away from the dry heat that threatened to drain his energy entirely. Streams were beginning to dry, the plants were turning brown. He savored his meal, eating slowly, though he knew the smell would attract predators in the area. It seemed as if very few wolves had come by here recently, so he knew the lands were unclaimed – at least, he thought so, and hoped. He wasn't in the mood for a frivolous fight.
Summit desired only free lands and free range, the ability to stray wherever he pleased without repercussions, but his dreams were not a reality on Anikira. There were packs with alphas and laws, warriors and the like, wolves who didn’t take kindly to the presence of unknown males. As the thought occurred to him, an unexpected lupine scent caught his attention. He didn’t want to be perceived as a threat or a willing fighter, despite the physique of a gladiator inherited from his warrior father. His great snowy head lifted from the carcass to glance around cautiously.
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tag: @ginaneko
ooc: I figured this was close to Tiayr
(down at the bottom of the mountains).
tag: @ginaneko
ooc: I figured this was close to Tiayr
(down at the bottom of the mountains).